I began attending school at the age of five years. In those days Kindergarten had not been invented. Although I remember my first grade teacher, Miss Lillian Bush, quite well, I recollect little about the classroom activities. I remember the “Sage grass” forts, the games we played and some things I won’t mention. I have held on to a vivid image of the school house, but the education part is not that clear. My father often talked about the Oak Hill School on Blackjack Mountain. It was a one room school house; however, we were modern at Romance where I attended. We had a four room school house and a stage, “to boot.” There was a foldaway wall between two of the class room and by folding it, an auditorium was created. Miss Bush taught the Arithmetic Class aided by a “Bead Board” and most students favored that class. Her “Bead Board” had the appearance of a giant Abacus; although, I had never seen an Abacus at that time. Anyhow, my classmates and I were taught Addition, Subtraction and the Multiplication Table and enjoyed watching Miss Bush operate her “Bead Board” at the same time. And, somewhere along the way we became conscious of the difference in a day and a thousand years. A number of years beyond the first grade, these words from Peter came to my attention:, “But, beloved, do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. (II Peter 3:8) A superficial reading of that verse might cause one to
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I started kindergarten when I was 3 to 4 yrs old and kindergarten was fun we did a lot of fun projects and just played game I thought we would have tons of work but I was wrong I remember when I would take my folder with the numbers and colors and act like it was computer by tapping the multiplication chart with my fingers.
It was the first day of school for many in Maycomb, including myself. I had just moved from a college in Winston Country. Almost 30 years have past since that day in Maycomb when I first saw the school I was to be teaching at. The classroom smelt stale after being closed up for the whole summer, as I met my students who I would teach for the next year. The one child I remember most had a trail of dirty footprints leading to his desk. The little horror looked like he was straight from the pig pen.
Looking back over the years, it is hard to forget those early days in kindergartner. Many of us came to school so afraid to be away from our moms and dads. Lots of tears were shed in those early days, but I will never forget how I learned to be brave. Stepping away from mom and dad was the hardest thing ever, especially for a five year old. Interestingly enough though, a five year old quickly forgets what they are missing when they get to play with a table full of shaving cream and meet of legion of new best friends. Kindergarten was all about learning new things and being okay with trying new experiences.
As an English teacher at Wellesley High School, in the accomplished community of Wellesley, Massachusetts, David McCullough, Jr. confronts the paradox of reality versus the popular assumptions perpetuated by well-meaning parents and delivered a shockingly poignant attack on the Wellesley High School graduates’ self-perception and preparedness. In addition, he outlined the parents’ role in creating and maintaining this deception. Mr. McCullough used his knowledge and insight of the Twenty-first Century youth culture, humor, and steadfast opinion that his target audience of high school graduates is aphoristically, NOT SPECIAL. However, Mr. McCullough limited his audience’s sensitivity to his assertion using ethics, logic and pathos and later provides a positive, passionate and humanistic world view of how to have a well-lived life.
Samuel Clemens or “Schertz School” back in the 1890’s consisted of four classrooms downstairs, one upstairs, and a large auditorium. The heating was an old woodstove and the “AC” was an open window! The restroom? It was outdoors. As for the students, the school was so small that two grades could fit in one classroom. The first graduating class consisted of just two members!
When I was four I started Kindergarten at Kids R Kids here in Newnan. I did not know a word of English. My family had just been in this country for three
I, Makena Brown, was thinking about what to write in my fifth grade classroom, as I watched my teacher, Mrs. McGovern, discuss ideas for memoirs with fellow peers. After giving the familiar classroom a good look, I finally processed that there was only one month left at my beloved elementary school, Booth Hill. As I thought about my previous years at this Trumbull Connecticut school, I was shocked by how fast the years went by, and by the drastic changes regarding the school, students, and teachers.
Although I have had many different types of teachers, there are two that stick out more than any others. The first was my third and sixth grade teacher. She was the best teacher I ever had. The second was my seventh grade teacher. She was the worst I think a student could have had. Both, these teachers had very different teaching styles and very different out looks on teaching. To be an effective teacher the teacher must respect the student and be willing to go the extra mile to help the students learn all they can. In this paper, I will discuss the effectiveness of these two teachers and how their teaching styles differed.
Elementary school started out as a bore but moved on to eventually being fun and enjoyable. I grew to love school and learning during my fourth and fifth grade years at Zia elementary school. My teacher taught me the value of history and American History
During my high school years, there were several teachers that I encountered. However, there was one teacher whom I shall never forget. In fact, he would be very difficult to forget, even if he were only remembered for his size, for he was an enormous man. His name is Anthony Sweeney of “Sugar Butty” my third form math teacher. To this point, I never knew the exact reason for such name but all students referred to him in such manner. He was six feet five inches tall and towered over us like a giant and he weighed over three hundred pounds. I never discovered his exact age, but, he must have been no more than forty, even though his hair had turned grey relatively early on, and there was a smooth shiny bald patch on the crown of his head. But, it is not just for his size that I remembered him. In fact, one of the things with I remembered distinctively was his sudden change in temper. One moment he would be very jovial and pleasant to speak to in class, and the next he would shout violently at some timid student who was merely looking through the window or he would become very mean and impatient with his students. For these reason, he became my absolute worst teacher.
The education habits of students are rooted in them from the earliest days of their educational careers. The different influences on students, whether it be inside educational institutions, or outside is huge. The teacher of a classroom is the first and most pertinent influence in a student's educational career. Teachers provide students with the basic skills they would need to survive not only in the academic world, but also the world beyond. The relationship between teachers and their students is the key element in creating an educational atmosphere that is both pleasant and effective.
As children, we absorb information and learn from experiences that mold us into who we are. Many individuals impact a child’s life, but the most powerful and influential role lies in a devoted teacher, a teacher provides growth to students as a gardener would to a garden of flowers. Each child can bloom into a thriving flower so long as you water their garden with optimism, love, patience, and guidance. Throughout my educational experiences I was lucky enough to have educators who poured their knowledge and optimism into me, and now I would like to reciprocate that back to students who are in the position I was once in. Balancing life and school is hard enough for a student, but a powerful and caring teacher can steer you in the right direction. In this autobiography you will read about my educational background, experiences that influenced my decision to become a teacher, and what I believe the role of a teacher should be in a student’s life.
When I think about teachers that I have had in the past, several different ones come to my mind. Each of these educators stands out in my mind for a variety of diverse reasons. Whether it is their sense of humor, their tactfulness, their love of the subject matter, their fanatical and sporadic behavior, or their yearning to be childish themselves, I can still remember at least one quality of every teacher I have ever encountered. Every one of these teachers conveyed subject material to their students just as they were educated and employed to do. However, I trust that every professional in the world has an abundance of opportunity for improvement; teachers could discover and improve themselves merely by having
When I was a child I had many happy memories. I was born and raised in Lowell, Michigan. A small, rural town with very little diversity. I attended schools in the Lowell Area School District from kindergarten through 12th grade. As I sit and reflect on my elementary school years, I have many happy memories. I had positive relationships with many of my teachers; especially in my K-4 years. Mrs. Pomper always made me feel welcomed and always greet me with a smile. Mrs. Sterly taught me to read and Mrs. Ham always had confidence in me. These are three of my teachers in my early years I will never forget. My grades were good and I was motivated to try my best in everything I did in school; even if it was playing soccer and volleyball which were definitely not in my skills set. My view of school was positive, I loved going. I had friends, great teachers,